Autumn is usually a slow time for news in the bass fishing world, but this year is an aberration. Those of us who care about these things have been provided an embarrassingly rich news feed as the sport has undergone what appears likely to be a massive change.
In 2001, just after OMC (then-manufacturer of Johnson and Evinrude outboards) went belly-up, I was scheduled to spend a tournament practice day with Missouri pro Chad Brauer. As we trolling-motored away from the Jolly Roger Marina on the upper end of stumpy Toledo Bend, his father Denny yelled out, “Try not to break anything.”
Hope you’re not tired of my questions about the state of professional tournament fishing, because they continue to pop into my brain one after another after another. That may be because I spend a lot of time on social media, where the topic has been twisted, turned upside down and given an enema by hundreds or even thousands of fans.
Keeping fish inspires product sales. Even if you eventually intend to release them, just a short term stay at the Hotel Livewell may require measuring boards, culling clips and rejuvenating chemicals to keep them alive. And if you’re going to drop ‘em in a hot grease bath, it’s still a product-intensive effort, starting with a fillet knife and ending with all sorts of seasoned coatings and deep fryers.